Taming the Storm (The Storm #3)(56)
Author: Samantha Towle

“Here?” I blink up at him.

“Yep.”

“Is it…safe?”

“Are you interested in safe?” His darkened eyes stare deep into mine.

Mouth suddenly dry, I shake my head.

“Then, come with me.”

Bending his head, he steps inside.

Excited by the danger…by him, my trembling legs follow him.

The space is limited. Tom can’t stand straight. His head is dipped forward. We’re surrounded by scaffolding and the thumping of bass and drums and singing.

Tom closes the door, plunging us into total darkness.

I shiver.

Then, I feel Tom press up against me, his warmth infusing me.

His fingers trace a path down my arm. He takes hold of my hand. “You okay? You’re shaking.”

“I’m fine.” I smile even though he can’t see it.

Just shaking in my boots because I’m so turned-on that it’s borderline ridiculous. This is what you do to me.

Tom’s hands come up to either side of my neck. Pushing out, he slips Cale’s jacket off my shoulders and down my arms until it hits dirt. Then, he removes the off-the-shoulder black top I’m wearing, leaving me in just my bra. His hand goes to my back, and he pulls me in close. His deft fingers creep down toward my ass. Then, I feel him touching my panties through the tear in my shorts.

Crap, I forgot all about that.

“Um…Ly, you do realize that you have a massive rip in the ass of your shorts, don’t you?” A lone finger is moving up and down the huge hole in my shorts, grazing the crack of my butt through the thin fabric of my panties. “Are you going for easy access with this look? Not that I’m complaining.” He slides his hand inside and grips the edge of my panties, moving it aside, so he’s just touching skin.

A shiver takes me over as he caresses my ass.

“No. I bent over, and they ripped. That’s why I went back to the trailer, and—”

Tom cuts my words off with a kiss. Swift and fast.

“Don’t,” he breathes.

Then, I feel a change in him, and I know this ride is about to get rough.

Just how I like it.

“Turn around,” he says gruffly into my ear.

Doing as he says, I turn slowly on the spot.

He presses up against my back, and his hands run down my arms until he reaches my hands. “Bend over.”

I do as he asks.

Tom is still holding my hands. He places them on a metal scaffolding bar in front of me. I can feel the vibration of the music playing above through it. “Hold this, and don’t let go.” His voice is commanding in my ear. “You let go, you don’t get to come.”

“Okay,” I say, breathless with anticipation. My body is sizzling.

Then, I register the song the band above is playing. It’s a cover version of “Thought I’d Died and Gone to Heaven” by Bryan Adams.

From what I can hear, it’s a really great cover of the song. The crowd sounds like they’re going crazy.

My eyes close on the sounds of the song, the lyrics, the crowd singing along…and then the feel of Tom getting to his knees behind me.

His hands grab my shorts, and he rips them open further.

Holy. Shit.

He’s so fucking hot.

Next goes my panties in one quick snap. He pulls them out, leaving me standing here in just my bra and the shorts, exposing me.

“I wish I could see how you look right now.” His voice is a growl.

His finger moves between my folds. My body jerks at his touch, needing this, needing him.

Then, his face comes close to my ass, his hot breath hitting all my nerve endings. “Scream as loud as you want, Ly, ’cause no one will hear you.”

He plunges his tongue into my pussy and starts fucking me with it, his finger playing my clit to perfection.

I’m panting, wild under his mouth, and in this moment, I’m solely living off the feel of him driving me to the brink.

Each time I get close, he pulls back.

I’m beyond hot and needy and desperate. “Tom, please…”

“Shh…I got you, darlin’. Ly, have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

Nerves shoot through me, and my body tenses at the thought of Tom going somewhere so private. “No, I haven’t, and I don’t know if I could.” My head shakes in the dark, my hair brushing over my sensitized skin.

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I do…but I don’t know if I can do…that.” The thought of Tom’s huge cock in my ass is terrifying.

“I won’t use my cock. Your ass is virgin territory, so we need to start off slow. Just my finger, darlin’.” He presses a kiss to my ass cheek. “I promise, it won’t hurt, and we can stop whenever you want. Just trust me when I say”—his voice thickens with lust—“if you let me fuck your ass with my finger…it will top any orgasm I’ve ever given you before.” Another kiss. “Let me give this to you.”

And just like that, I’m his.

So ready to give all of myself to him that it’s terrifying…but so very hot.

“Yes,” I hear myself saying.

He teases my skin with light flicks of his tongue. “Yes, what? Say it, Lyla. Tell me what you want.”

I’m dizzy with lust. Drunk on him. I’d say anything, do anything that he told me to right now, if it would mean having him.

“I want you to fuck my ass with your finger.”

He growls and then sinks his teeth into the fleshy skin of my ass cheek, biting me gently. He slips his finger into my pussy. I clench around him. Then, he pulls out, his finger drawing my slickness back to my rear.

I tense up the instant his finger touches my puckered hole.

“Relax…I won’t hurt you. Just give yourself over to me. I’ll take care of you.”

So, I do as he asks. I close my eyes, relax my body, and allow Tom to take care of me.

His finger moves back up, repeating the motion, but this time, his finger goes to my clit. He strokes it, drawing my body up, and then he’s gone into my pussy and again moving my slickness to my rear.

My hips start to shift restlessly, my body climbing higher and higher, each time he repeats the movement.

I feel wetter than I ever have before, my slickness coating the most intimate parts of me. Tom stays at my ass and starts to rim my puckered hole with his finger, moving my wetness around and into it.

Craving more, reaching for something I’m not really sure of, I start to push back against him.

At the exact moment I push back, his mouth finds my clit, and his fingertip slips into my ass.